Moving, studying, working - I do it all myself. I'm not capricious and I don't demand everything at once. I can wait, understand, be patient.
But sometimes... I just want to give in.
Put my head on your shoulder and shut up.
So that you don't say "don't worry", but just be.
So that he would be silent with me. Stroked my hair.
Poured me tea. Or wine.
And would you be able to accept me not only as light, beautiful and smiling,
but also as tired, disheveled, real?